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WHen date of (1553.) was expirde ful, And Gods wrath rypt, ready to fall: His sworde from sheath did ferce out pul, And to the heavens beganne to call. Saying: on England now I shall, Plage Prince, Prophet, and People all, For contemptes sake. Go Death inclose their Kyng in clay, And Sunne withdraw the light of day, And darkenes make. No sooner sayd, but straight was done The English Kyng Edward God tooke. Light of soule from England gone. Darkenes made them blyndely looke, Truth and Fayth of People forsooke. Their Prophetes taken from the booke, And prysoners made. The Bats & Owles from holes out came Wolves and Beares, and cruel Caim, Did England invade. When darknes thus echwhere was sen And nightly Vermin rulde the rost, No Birds might syng in that late even, By land, by sea, or by the coast, But straight were brought to firy post, Or els to Lolers tower tost, And kept in cage, From meate and frend somtimes so bard That lomy wales they fed on hard, Hunger to swage. Thys darkenes so extremely bode, That none from other scarce were known On Noble, Sage, Learned and Good, These wormes of darknes spared none, And pourde their poison abrod so flowne On Prophet, People, & Prince their own, Whych is by name Elizabeth, by God nowe Quene, To Englands joy ryght wel is sene, They sought to shame. The sun thus quentch, & day made dark And Cockes in coopes from croing kept, Then straight these Owles began to wark, And to the Churches fearcely lept, And with new broumes them clene outswept From God, from King and Scripture set Upon the wall, And in their stede set ydols long, And made people with prayse and song, On them to call. Thus Vermin darke the mastry had, Of Realme, of Prince, of Noble and all: And yet not herewith fully glad, Away they sought to save theyr fall, And counsayle gave a Forayne to call, To match our Quene and Crowne royal
All for their Pope. To have their kingdome raygne alway, And they themselves to beare the sway, And blindly grope. Al this not yet their mindes fyllyng, Nor no regarde to Native land, Fearing again Gods light should spring Brought Mershial law forthwith in hand, Against al such as would withstand, Their wicked raygne and cruell band, And Gods part take. Or els in privye places founde, Praying to God prostrate on ground, His wrath to slake. Thus rulyng all in darkenes blynde, Came miseries with heape on heape, No lore was taught to fyl the mynde, Godly to lyve and good fruite reape, But al for Church they cride and threape Restore, restore even as good cheape, As ye dyd take. And be ye sure ye shall attayne, To heavens blysse wythout more payne And so mendes make. Losses of townes and Holdes came on, Ruine of people beganne echewhere: Rich men made beggers, & Captains bond Armour for warre our enmyes toke clere When al thys was sene in this realme here Yet (sayd these Owles) we nede not feare For all was well. No losse have we by Heritikes gone: Ne for Calis for whych ye mone Whych here do dwell Yet God as God styll alwaies one Though angry yet began to stay: Plaging the Realme and People eche one At last with teares beganne to saye: Oh England, England sore doest thou stray, My Martirs bloud shed out thys day, In wofull plyght. The infantes yong that fatherles be. Wyth wydowes poore crying to me, wythdrawes my spyte. With that the skies their hue did change And light outshone in darkenes steede, Up (said this God with voice not strange) Elizabeth thys Realme nowe guyde, My wyll in thee doo not thou hyde, And Vermine darke let not abyde, In thys thy Land. Straightway the people out dyd cry, Praysed be God and God save thee Quene of England.
Finis. quod. J.A. Imprinted at London by John Awdeley.